He knew he was bothering her – the girl who only got lovelier each time she glared at his unwanted entourage. Studious, practical, and not prone to giggling, he found himself wishing he could approach her, talk to her. He didn't want to burden her, though in the weeks that he had been coming to the library, he had noticed that she was probably already used to dealing with such issues, considering who she was friends with.
At first he thought that perhaps she was already taken, but after observing her behavior with two male friends, he had come to the conclusion that there was currently no romantic attachment towards either. Her direct and precise speech was melodious and her mannerisms were bold and confident. He was drawn to her more than ever. But how could he ever find a way to approach her?